Aim Higher

I sit here and look at my hands
What were they ever good for
I put down the blade
That haunted me at night

Though I don't have physical scars
I'm torn inside
I'm torn beyond repair

No one can help me
Because no one can fit my shoes
They say there are people who have it far worse
But I think the worse you can get are those who think of suicide
And those who do the actions